Harry Potter-Uzumaki, The Supreme Wizard

Clarifications:

-"Person Talking"-

-(Person Thinking)-

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[Jutsu and Spell]

(JC: Author's Notes)

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Let's get started

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It had been a full week since Harry arrived at Hogwarts, and since then he had had several classes and learned several things about Hogwarts.

One of those things was that it was easy to get lost in Hogwarts.

There were 142 stairs in Hogwarts, some wide and clear, others narrow and rickety. Some led to a different place on Fridays. Others had a step that disappeared halfway up and you had to remember it to jump over.

Then there were doors that didn't open unless you asked nicely or tickled them in the right spot, and doors that were really just solid walls pretending to be doors.

It was also very difficult for new students to remember where everything was, since things seemed to keep changing places.

The people in the portraits kept visiting each other, and surely the suits of armor could walk.

If it weren't for his Ninja training and his great memory, Harry would have gotten lost several times.

Not like the new students who had to venture out on their own, or ask directions from older students or ghosts, who weren't much help. It was always a nasty surprise when one of them suddenly slipped through the door you tried to open.

Only one ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, was always happy to point out the right way for the new Gryffindors, but Peeves the Goblin made it his business to put locked doors and trapped stairs in the path of those who arrived late to class. He also threw wastepaper baskets at their heads, pushed the rugs out from under the feet of passersby, threw chalk at them, or, invisible, crept up behind them, grabbed someone's nose and shouted: I'VE GOT YOUR NOSE!

But even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the Caretaker, Argus Filch.

Filch had a cat called Mrs Norris, a scrawny, dusty-coloured creature with bulging lantern eyes just like Filch's own.

She patrolled the corridors alone. If you broke a rule in front of her, or stepped a foot outside the permitted line, she would scurry off to find Filch, who would appear two seconds later. Filch knew all the secret passages in the school better than anyone.

And he could appear as suddenly as any of the ghosts. All the students hated him, and the fondest ambition of many was to give Mrs Norris a good kick.

And then, when they had finally found the classrooms, there were the classes.

There was much more to it than magic, much more than waving a wand and saying a few funny words.

Like Astronomy with Professor Dark Dawn, where they had to study the night skies with their telescopes, every Wednesday at midnight, and learn the names of the different stars and the movements of the planets.

Also three times during the week they went to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a short, chubby witch named Professor Pomona Sprout, and they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and mushrooms and figure out what they should be used for.

Then there was Transfiguration with Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall was always different. Harry had been right in thinking that she was not a teacher to have problems with. Strict and intelligent. He still remembers what his first class was like.

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Harry and the other Slytherins arrived and sat in the Transfiguration classroom with the Hufflepuffs.

When the students finished entering and sitting down, Professor McGonagall began to explain.

-"Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous magics you will learn at Hogwarts"- Professor McGonagall looked at all the students seriously. -"Anyone who wastes time in my class will have to leave and will not be able to come back. You are warned."-

She then transformed a desk into a pig and then returned it to its original form.

Everyone was very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but they soon realized that it would be a long time before they could transform furniture into animals. After making a number of complicated notes, she gave each of them a match to try to turn into a needle.

Harry only needed a movement of his wand and was the first to turn his match into a perfect needle, under the attentive and surprised gaze of Professor McGonagall, who then spoke.

-"Well done, Mr. Potter-Uzumaki"- McGonagall smiled. -"10 points for being the first"-

Professor McGonagall then walked around the classroom, supervising and helping the students with their work.

Harry smiled satisfied by his perfect work, then noticed to his right how a Hufflepuff student was having trouble transforming her match. She is a cute red-haired girl who has her hair tied in a ponytail, has fair skin and brown eyes.

If Harry was not mistaken, her name is Susan Bones, a first-year Hufflepuff student.

Harry could tell that she was making it difficult for him to transform his match, so much so that he began to despair.

-"Calm down"-

Susan was surprised by Harry's sudden words.

She then looked at him confused. -"Huh?"-

Harry smiled. -"If you calm down and concentrate, it will make it easier for you to do the spell."-

Susan blinked at that, then looked at her match and took a breath to calm down.

-"And it helps."- Harry spoke again, still smiling. -"Visualizing the transformation in your mind will make it easier."-

Susan nodded, then did what Harry advised. She cast the spell, causing the match to begin to change, turning silver and pointed.

Susan smiled happily when she saw her work.

She then gave Harry a grateful smile. -"Thanks for your help, Harry."-

Harry smiled back. -"No problem."-

After a while, only a few were able to finish the work, and then the class ended and Professor McGonagall dismissed the students with the task of reading pages from the Transfiguration book.

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Then there was the class everyone was looking forward to, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Quirinus Quirrell.

(JC: from now on I'll use the word DADA, an acronym for Defensive Against the Dark Arts. It's better than DCAO.)

In the opinion of Harry and the other students, Quirrell's lessons turned out to be almost a joke.

His classroom had a strong smell of garlic, and everyone said it was to protect him from a vampire he had met in Romania and who he was afraid would come back to find him.

His turban, he told them, was a gift from an African prince as thanks for having freed him from a pesky zombie, but no one really believed his story.

For one thing, because when a Gryffindor student, Seamus Finnegan, was eager to know how he had defeated the zombie, Professor Quirrell blushed and began to talk about the weather. And on the other hand, because they had noticed that the curious smell was coming from the turban, perhaps full of garlic, to protect Quirrell when the vampire appeared.

Throughout the class, Harry couldn't help but look at Quirrell with suspicion and distrust.

And now it's currently Friday, and Harry was in the Great Hall having breakfast with his friends, Neville and Hermione, this time sitting at the Ravenclaw table.

The group of friends were talking comfortably, only to have their conversation interrupted by a female voice behind Harry.

-"Good morning, Harry."-

When Harry looked behind him, he could see Susan Bones and she was accompanied by a girl with a pink face and blonde braids, being Hannah Abbott, a first-year Hufflepuff student.

-"Ah, good morning, Susan."- Harry smiled at her. -"What brings you here?"-

She smiled back. -"I wanted to ask if me and Hannah could join you for breakfast."-

-"Yeah sure, no problem."-

Susan and Hannah smiled and sat with the group. Susan to Harry's right, as Hermione was to his left, and Hannah in front of them, next to Neville.

-"Hello, Neville."- Hannah greeted Neville. -"It's been a while."-

-"Y-Yeah."- Neville smiled at her, then looked embarrassed. -"Sorry I haven't talked to you for a while."-

Hermione looked at them curiously. -"Did you two already know each other?"-

-"We've been friends since we were kids"- Susan began to explain with a smile. -"Our families are friends, and every time we got together we played together"-

Hannah then smiled mockingly. -"More than playing, it was trying to get Neville out of the greenhouses"-

What she said caused Neville to blush in embarrassment and the others to laugh.

While that was happening at the Ravenclaw table, at the Slytherin table, some eyes were looking at the group of friends analytically. The owner of that look is a pretty girl with snow-white skin, long blonde hair and blue eyes as cold as ice.

She is Daphne Greengrass, a first-year Slytherin student.

Daphne looked coldly and analytically at the peculiar group of friends.

-"What are you looking at, Daph?"-

That question came from a cute girl with brown eyes and reddish brown hair that reached her shoulders.

She is Tracey Davis, a first year Slytherin student and Daphne's best friend.

Daphne didn't answer, she just kept looking at the group of friends, causing Tracey to look in the same direction with curiosity.

-"The Potter group?"- Tracey asked curiously. -"Why are you looking at it?"-

Daphne answered calmly. -"Because it catches my attention."-

Tracey understood what Daphne meant. Seeing a group made up of students from all four houses was surprising; more so in these times. One proof is that not only Daphne was looking at the group, but also several students from all four houses and even some teachers.

But Tracey smiled with amusement as she had an idea to tease Daphne about the subject.

-"Are you interested in anything in your main?"- Tracey gave her a mischievous smile. -"Potter, perhaps?"-

Daphne just looked at her without changing her cold expression.

-"Do you like him? I wouldn't blame you if you did. He's handsome and famous; he's the perfect guy."- Tracey never stopped smiling. -"I'm sure your parents would agree too."-

Daphne looked at her coldly. -"No, I don't like Potter."-

-"Oh?"- Tracey smiled. -"So you don't have a problem with me keeping him for myself?"-

-"Do whatever you want."-

Daphne replied coldly, now concentrating on her breakfast.

Tracey pouted. -"You're no fun."-

Meanwhile, at the Ravenclaw table, the group talked about the first classes of the day.

-"The first class is Double Potions with Gryffindor"-

What Harry said made Neville nervous.

-"Potions?"- Neville asked sadly. -"I'm not good at it"-

-"Relax"- Harry tried to cheer Neville up. -"Maybe it's not that hard"-

Hannah made a sour face. -"I wouldn't be so sure"-

And she wasn't the only one, since Susan and Hermione had the same faces.

Harry looked at them curiously. -"What do you mean?"-

-"We've already had Potions..."- Susan said sourly. -"And let's just say it wasn't very easy"-

Neville got nervous. -"In what way?"-

Hermione replied sourly. -"Let's just say Professor Snape is a bit strict"-

Hannah gave her opinion. -"I'd say very strict"-

What the girls said made Neville more nervous and left Harry thinking.

As the first night's banquet began, Harry had thought that Professor Snape didn't like him, and he didn't know why.

Harry could only continue eating his breakfast, hoping that Potions class wouldn't go badly.

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Currently the first years of Slytherin and Gryffindor were in their first Potions class with Professor Severus Snape.

Snape, like Flitwick, began the class by taking attendance, and like Flitwick, paused at Harry's name.

-"Ah, yes"- Snape muttered. -"Harry Potter. Our new... Celebrity."-

That caused Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle to laugh with their mouths shut.

Harry was tempted to tell him that he forgot his middle name, but he stayed quiet and calm so as not to anger the professor.

Snape finished taking the roll call and looked at the class. His eyes were so black, cold and empty, and made one think of dark tunnels.

-"You are here to learn the subtle science and the exact art of making potions,"- Snape began. He spoke almost in a whisper, but everything was understood. Like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping the class silent, without any effort. -"There will be very little stupid wand-waving here, and many of you will doubt that this is magic. I don't expect you to understand the beauty of a gently simmering cauldron, with its shimmering vapours, the delicate power of liquids that slide through human veins, bewitching the mind, tricking the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death... If you are anything more than the cork oaks I usually have to teach."-

More silence followed that little speech.

Harry wasn't sure what to think about the speech. He could also see that Neville was getting nervous with every second of the speech.

-"Potter!"- Snape said suddenly. -"What will I get if I add Asphodel root powder to an infusion of Wormwood?"-

Harry blinked at the sudden question, but the good thing was that he knew the answer.

-"They produce a sleeping potion so powerful that it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead."-

Snape raised an eyebrow upon hearing the answer, but then his lips curved into a mocking gesture.

-"Bah, bah... it seems you know something insignificant. Let's try another question. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"-

-(Why these questions all of a sudden? It's the first class and he's already asking things that first years would barely know)- Harry thought confused, but the good thing is that he also knew the answer. -"A Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and is used to cure most poisons."-

Harry was almost tempted to smile when he saw Snape surprised, but quickly returned to his mocking gesture.

-"It seems that you do know how to open a book, don't you, Potter?"-

Harry just continued to look directly into those cold eyes calmly. He had obviously looked at his books before coming to Hogwarts, but Snape seemed to be hoping he wouldn't remember.

Then Snape suddenly asked again. -"What's the difference, Potter; between Monkshood and Luparia?"-

Harry sighed, then answered calmly, hoping it would be the last question.

-"There's no such difference, they're the same plant."-

Snape seemed to suppress a groan. -"Fine, 5 points for getting it right."-

Snape said it as if he was very annoyed at giving Harry points. Then he turned to the other students, not at all happy.

-"Well, why aren't you writing it all down!?"-

Snape's sudden shout caused a sudden shuffling of quills and parchments.

After that, Snape paired the students up to mix a simple potion to cure boils. He paired Harry up with Daphne Greengrass.

When Harry wanted to say something, Daphne spoke first.

-"Don't do anything stupid, Potter."-

Her cold words caused Harry to shut his mouth and start making the Potion.

From then on, things didn't get any better for the students, much less for the Gryffindors. Snape walked around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticizing everyone except Malfoy, who seemed to like it. Just as he was telling everyone to look at how perfectly he had simmered the pieces of horn, clouds of acidic green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon.

And then, somehow, Neville had managed to turn Seamus' cauldron into a boiling goo that spilled over the floor, burning and making holes in the students' shoes.

Within seconds, the entire class was on their stools, while Neville, who had been drenched in potion when the cauldron had been knocked over, moaned in pain, red pustules appearing on his arms and legs.

-"Idiot boy!"- Snape said angrily, making the potion disappear with a flick of his wand. -"I suppose you added the hedgehog quills before you took the cauldron off the fire?"-

Neville whimpered, as pustules began to appear on his nose.

"Take him to the hospital wing," Snape ordered Seamus. He then approached Ron and Dean Thomas, who had been working near Neville.

-"You, Weasley, why didn't you tell him not to put the quills in? You thought that if he made a mistake you would look good, didn't you?"- Snape looked at them mockingly. -"One point less for Gryffindor."-

Harry, seeing the scene, had several thoughts.

First, pity for Neville, as well as promising to visit him in the hospital wing when class ended. He was angry at how unfair Snape was to the Gryffindors and the favoritism he gave to the Slytherins. And finally, he was curious to know why Snape was like that and more so the way he acts with him.

Harry just had to put those thoughts aside and continue with the potion, under Daphne's subtle gaze.

An hour later, the class had ended with only a few students, mostly Slytherins, delivering some passable Potions to cure boils; including Harry and Daphne, who delivered a perfect Potion, much to Snape's dismay.

Harry sighed tiredly as he climbed the stairs to leave the dungeons.

He just hoped that not all Potions classes were the same…

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

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